Posted by Rebecca
Something weird happened today. I was running this morning in this pretty old neighborhood. I don’t run in my hood because it’s a little too hood. So I was in this beautiful old neighborhood – one of the oldest in Reno. All the houses are smaller (my favorite) and most have tall, sharply peaked roofs with pretty stone work, brick, or stucco.
So I’m running along, looking carefully at each and every unique and lovely home. One in particular catches my eye. ‘That’s the one I would want,’ I think to myself. It’s charming, quaint, small, and has a nearly flat roof. Wait, what?? I like the one with the flat roof? But the other ones are prettier. And no doubt some of them have vaulted ceilings…. How could I be most drawn to the flat one with the low ceilings?
And then it dawns on me…. This trailer thing is growing on me. I find charm in the flat bungalow shape of my home. Comfort even. So much so that on a tree-lined, windy street of cozy, old-fashioned homes, I single out the one that most reminds me of my home. My home sweet home.
I once had the audacity of declaring to someone, during a stint of renting a couple of places with vaulted ceilings, that I had to live in a home with high ceilings. For without them I could not breathe! Well, I’m much less dramatic now. And much happier. And fully content with my 7 foot ceilings in my perfect little trailer home.